Hope
I climb out of the car, and the door clicks shut before I blink. The hotel façade looms over us like a dark mirror to my secrets. Keith stands beside me, silent, eyes hollow but waiting. My throat tightens. I should speak. But when you’re walking a tightrope, every word feels like a misstep.
He is upset, my wolf states as if I haven't already figured that out.
Helpful as always, I snark.
Your fault. Tell him the truth, then he will understand, she backfires.
But the truth is feeling more and more out of reach. At first, I wanted to keep it to myself to punish him. To remember what he did to me in the waking memory. Now that new pieces are completing a view I didn't even know was there, I'm more afraid of what he will think of me when he finds out the truth.
He leads us inside. T
